Eu. True, Ascanio.
Asca. And since thou art a man?
Eu. Too true, deare friend.
Asca. Then I have lost a wife.
Eu. But found a friend whose dearest blood and life Shal be as readie as thine owne for thee; In place of wife such friend thou hast of mee.
Enter Ioculo and Aramanthus.
Io. There they are: maister, well overtane,
I thought we two should never meete againe:
You went so fast that I to follow thee
Slipt over hedge and ditch and many a tall tree.
Ara. Well said, my Boy: thou knowest not how to lie.
Io. To lye, Sir? how say you, was it not so?
You were at my heeles, though farre off, ye know.
For, maister, not to counterfayt with ye now,
Hee's as good a footeman as a shackeld sow.
Asca. Good, Sir, y'are welcome: sirrha, hold your prate.